They had moved onto the bed. Loki was still crying, but Thor's strong hold was comforting. He could almost forget everything that had gone wrong, and pretend Thor held all the answers once again. That Thor was right. That there really was some other explanation that they would be able to figure out, together.

A knock on the door interrupted him from his thoughts, and Loki opened his eyes. His head was resting in Thor's lap. He scrambled up, pushing Thor away and wiping his eyes before managing to call out, "Whose there?"

"It's just me," Frigga answered. After a moment, she tried the door. It was unlocked and opened easily. She walked up to the bed and sat down beside him. "The healer told me," she said quietly.

"I'll kill her," Loki said.

Frigga wrapped an arm around Loki who rested against her with a sigh. "I think she was afraid you might try."

"I would not let Loki do any such thing," Thor said.

Frigga smiled. "Of course you won't."

Loki sighed in exasperation. Like he couldn't make it look like an accident. But he wasn't that rash—not like Thor. It wasn't the healer's fault, and he knew she didn't really deserve to die for it. That didn't stop him from imagining though… "Did she tell you everything?" he asked apprehensively.

"Everything she knew. Of course I imagine that's not the whole story?"

"Not really," Loki answered.

"Well, you should rest now," Frigga said gently. "Thor, leave us."

Thor gave them one more anxious glance before he left, closing the door behind them. Loki sat up and looked at his hands. "I don't want to keep the baby," he said. "I imagine the healer told you all about the 'risks'—I don't care. It's my decision."

Frigga sighed. "Loki—"

"No!" Loki said. "I—I didn't look for this, okay?

Frigga put a hand on his arm. "I know it might be a lot to think of, that you might want to change your mind now—but Loki, it will be worth it."

Loki stared. "What? No—it was an accident."

Frigga's eyebrows raised. "Really," she said. She sighed. "I think we both know that these kind of spells take a lot of effort. Though I would have liked it if you informed us before you made your decision, I'll make sure everything is okay. All right? There's nothing to worry about."

"No, you don't understand—" Loki started.

"Yes?" Frigga asked seriously.

What could he say? That he might have made such a spell, but he had no recollection of it, and if he had, he was most certainly not in his right mind when it happened? That he had suddenly been in love with Thor for no reason that he could explain to himself rationally, but wasn't anymore? Unless maybe he really was, but he didn't know it? And what if he said any of those things? Then the truth would all come out. And he couldn't expect Frigga to keep it a secret, not when their ill-advised drunken night would mean neither of them could take the throne, by the laws of Asgard. They would be in disgrace.

"Rest," Frigga said. "You'll be fine, Loki."

And it was only after she had gone that he realized he had said nothing at all.

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